Seeing Dollhouses Through Plastic Eyes

It seems persecution comes in all shapes and forms.
On the surface it looks minor.
but inside it fills your heart, ready to explode in offensiveness.
It weighs on your mouth as you try to appear okay,
yet the heaviness draws tears to a once dry face.
Comfort in worldly things seems like child play.
It is impossible to trust in people and their motives.
They want to play doll house the rest of their life,
while you have realized the plastic faces don't speak, or feel.
Mass produced to the expectations of the world.
The things done as an adolescent seem unimportant- all leading to death.
What you once did before Christ now is seen with discerning eyes
granted by the Holy Spirit's guidance.
He stirs a deep warning in my soul of conformity to sin
Sin that the majority finds normal.
He whispers,
"It is good to be persecuted, daughter, I dealt with it more than you will ever know."
I find strength in this, I find peace and hope..
Comfort comes from an unseen power that fills my soul with confidence.
I can smile when friends don't understand my decisions, and shun my apologies.
I can stand tall when family scoffs at my choices...
My true identity resides in a Father that loves me more than they ever did or will.
Their plastic faces and fairytale dollhouses will fall, eventually.
They will see that my faith was more than superstition and hocus pocus..
But until then, I will hold fast to Truth and hope in an unchanging and real, God.
Who peels away the plastic of the world and reveals the sin that hides beneath.